The problem is, though, that I don't have much to say these days. It must be old age catching up with me. It's my birthday today*. I'm 173 years old. I think. Last time I celebrated my birthday I was 27, but it feels like an awful many years have passed since then. I told M I wanted adventure for my birthday, so he got me a book about the gay culture in Sweden in the 1980's.
I love him.
But despair not, there are not only awesome books in my future, M and I also have some amazing adventure coming up. See, we have a little bit of a trip planned later this month, so if you're really lucky (or just really unlucky, depending on how you feel about shy Finns avoiding eye contact while talking to you), M and I might show up in a city near you.
Now, since I don't have much to say, I'm going to show you some photos instead.
|I've done a lot of baking the past month. This was M's birthday cake.|
|Hearts in the night.|
|Remember mom's tiny little itty bitty super cute puppy? This is her now.|
|Beautiful sister, I love you.|
|I told you, a LOT of baking.|
|My mom brought me lilacs, and this little fellow had tagged along.|
*See the title of this post.